Snow again is coming down
and piling up
and even though it is my day off
and I am once again nursing a very sore hand
and arm
my husband has not left me enough coffee
to warrant just sitting here
and watching it fall
frown ..
so I bundle up
hat pulled down low
scarf up to my eyes
not that it is so terribly cold
but that I should spare the neighbourhood
the sight
of my ‘natural beauty’ in the morning
not sure what the dress code is to
shoveling in the sunshine
but in over sized snow pants and my husband’s big boots
I am sure I look fabulous
especially with pajamas underneath
when I am more than half way through
my husband returns, and says not to bother
with any more
he’ll just drive over it
harrumph …
He does not gather me up in a grand embrace
as we fall laughing and make mad passionate ..
snow angels.
No.
He bustles in, grumbling about the shower not being free
and his shirt needs ironing, and he has to get to work.
But the dog needs food
and seeing that he is a Newfoundland
a rather large boy
the danger of not feeding him is that one of the children may need to be sacrificed
So grizzling all the way
off he goes to the store for milk, and dog food
while I iron his shirt.
True, he has just gotten back from four hours on the road picking up our son
but apparently a slightly disheveled wife in a large man’s shirt and flannel pajama pants
isn’t endearing enough to warrant wine and roses
this morning
We are moving at a different pace today
I am the tortoise
and he
is the hare
he is rushing
and I
am still
sigh …
then,
he comes down, fresh from the shower
beautiful crisp shirt
winningly handsome in his suit
and I fix his collar
and straighten his tie
and he kisses me
and magically
this too
is Love ♥